At the clinic, wondering what your face would be like

Mascara bleeding into my eyes

Tied like a dog on a chain with a midlife crisis and an ex husband

Sneakin' a Marlboro Ultra Light I stole from a nurse out there in the alley

Halfway home is where the heart is and I'm halfway home

White trash, trailer trash, they said you'd always be it

And you said, "One day, you'll see"

But lately, you start to wonder if maybe they were right

Spit on you at school outside

And in the locker room and in the bathroom too

Locked you in the stall

Bless this mess, can I bum a light?

The cars out on the LA freeway, they look like red and white Christmas lights strung out on a chain

The ex-virgin Mary of 49th Street has a pocket full of pills

She sold herself for synthetic heroin and started sleepin' with a man twice her age

Really though it was anything but sleepin'

Nice neighbors, bad cough

No health insurance this year, transitional neighborhood

Gentrification comes like it always does and some nice condos, they go in

But the needles in the alley, they're still layin' there

Don't go barefoot or take a nap out there

Wear shoes if you have 'em

Undercover methadone clinic

Children, close your eyes

Say a lullaby and think of a nursery rhyme

Or maybe somethin' your mama used to tell you when you couldn't sleep

Jill fell down, when the bow breaks, oh, the cradle will fall

Down will come baby, down will come baby, down will come baby

Just put out the cigarette

Just make a decision, Lydia, just make a decision

It's yours

Close your eyes and make a wish

Hear the whisper of God

He used to talk like you, you used to see His face in the clouds

Now I see your face in my mind

It's wrong for him to want it

Bless this mess, brush your hair

Fix yourself up real nice, you've got a show tonight

Singin' down at the Broken Bottle, half waiting shifts

Get the guys a couple of beers, go on, get the food, livin' off tips and meth

Then I came home after dancin' one night

And I wrecked my car

Guess you have to take the bus now

So you've got a long walk to think about it

A long walk to the station

A long life ahead to live with yourself

So think about it, Lydia

So think about it, Lydia